The Dailey Show toured Canada in
1949 and 1950. We did pretty well there, except for Quebec.
The candy pitch never worked there. I don't remember how the
sideshow fared with the bally. But I sold candy on the
candy
pitch and I made very little. We had a guy on the show who
claimed he could speak French. He tried, but they wouldn't buy
our Casey candy (with a prize in every package.)
We had just played Victoriaville to
a small house. We had torn down and lots of the hands were in
the sleepers, which were parked at the depot, which was right in
the middle of Victoriaville. A guy came up all bloody, with his
clothes torn. I didn't know him, but knew he was on the show.
We asked him, "What happened? Who did this to you?" He was
half crying. "The towners did it." he said.
Let's get those bastards!" we said.
We jumped off the train. I grabbed a railroad spike, a
questionable weapon. To our surprise, there were a bunch of
punks standing on the depot platform. We rushed them and they
fell back. We had a propman who had fought Golden Gloves. He
was hitting towners and they were going down like bowling pins.
We surged back and forth and two cops got in the middle. One
fired his pistol in the air in an attempt to stop us. We surged
forward at the towners and as we came back I saw that cop lying
there very peaceful. I think somebody got him with a bullhook.
We were still confronting each other
when the coaches started to move. Of course we had to get on.
Someone
had got the idea to move us out of town.
The local cops could handle the runs
where the show was loading, but they
couldn't keep us and the towners
apart. They moved us to a siding way out of town, where many
guys went to the pie car and filled up on beer, just enough to
get mean.
The railroad brought the flats and
stock cars out and coupled them to the sleepers, so our train
was ready to roll. The trouble was, it had to roll through
downtown Victoriaville. Some of the grifters had pistols. But
most of us had picked up rocks from the rail bed-----
We went through Victoriaville with
the grifters kneeling at windows, firing. And everybody else
was throwing rocks. You could hear glass breaking and see the
town punks running for cover. No towners were killed, or even
wounded. But we had intimidated them somewhat. The next day we
found an account of it in an English language newspaper. That
was all we ever heard. No heat, no shakedowns, nothing. If
something like that were to happen today, they would have seized
the circus.